Grayson Smith | ✔️

Chapter Seventeen.Stars and Possibilities.

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Songs for this chapter: Lykke-Possibility or Hozier- Work Song (spotify). The Second song for this chapter when they are dancing together is: Sleeping At Last-Saturn. It won't let me post two youtube videos at once so when it gets to the dancing scene I'll put the SAL song there xo.

My mind had been void of anything else other than Grayson's mysterious girl, since he had asked me out three days ago he's been acting different, strange even. Like if he shouldn't have uttered out a word about 'her'. I made sure to tell him countless times it was okay, and he would always nod but there was still a look in his bright green eyes that told me he was anything but 'okay'.

I wanted to help him like he had helped me try become a better person, not only for myself but for everyone around me-for him. I wouldn't say he was distant with me, but it was as if when we were around each other that a part of him wasn't.

It was as if he was holding onto something that died a long time ago. Countless amount of possibilities invaded my mind at night making it hard to get even a blink of sleep, dark bags started to form under my eyes that no amount of concealer could hide. Grayson noticed, a frown would etch across his face as his thumb would rub circles on my cheek as we looked into each other's eyes.

He would ask me if I was okay, I wanted so badly to say I was but that I just couldn't stop thinking about that girl. But I didn't, I didn't because I knew he wasn't ready to talk about it. I could see it in his eyes, the pain that conversation brought him. So I would rather get less than a blink of sleep and paranoia then have him be pained.

That's what love is, you look after the ones you love and that's actually what I was doing with Gray. He didn't have to tell me anything until he was ready and I understood that.

Grayson had sent me a text out of blue an hour ago making my heart leap out of my chest with delight, it was the first text he had sent me in three days. Three long sleepless days, but I knew he needed time and I was willing to give him the whole universe if he needed.

Time was no different.

He had texted me to get ready for six, and to wear anything I had wanted but nothing formal.

I smiled as I read the text, I was now ready and just putting on my pair of old converse before I heard three knocks on my front door. I ran down my stairs, careful not to trip as I rushed to open the front door. I had no clue what to wear so I had opted for a salmon coloured t-shirt dress, a grey snap back, Grayson's trusty denim jacket that I have yet to return back to him and of course, my converse.

I opened my front door ready to jump into Grayson's arms, but my face fell when there was a man probably in his mid forties stood at my door wearing a tux.

''Hello, Ma'am. Are you Miss.Libby Johnson?'' He asked curtly. Okay, so now I felt like I was in Victorian England. Who is this dude? And what in the world does he want? How does he know my name?

''Yes that's me'' I answered politely, ''May I ask who you are?'' I tried to say just a posh as his voice sounded, but I knew I failed. Miserably.

''I'm your designated driver for tonight Mr. Smith has sent me to collect you'' He informed me as he curtly put one arm out to a long black limo awaiting me outside my house. That really didn't fit in here, I smiled looking at the limo. But where was Grayson taking me?

''Oh'' I breathed out, still keeping my eyes on the limo. I had never been in one but I had always wanted to, I guess tonight's my lucky night.

''If you'd follow me,Miss'' He beckoned towards the limo with his right arm while the other hand was on his stomach, looking like a butler from Titanic.